Pains and perils I defy
If thy presence cheer me.
Give me but thy love, my sweet;
Joy shall bless us when we meet;
Pleasures come and cares retreat
When thou smilest near me!”
Viola herself had written the newspaper article, smiling vindictively at the cruel stabs it held for Philip Desha’s heart.
Then she handed the sheet to her new-made husband, and he began to read it, exclaiming, admiringly:
“Capital, Viola! This will hoodwink everybody, and cover Desha with confusion.”
“That is what I most desire!” she replied, bitterly; and he saw that her complete revenge absorbed all her thoughts.